#is that a tag? idk

[aria-greenhoodie]

Saw a few folks drawing that one early Frisk Undertale concept art in their style and had to do it myself…

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[kujousgf]

thinking... ceo!wanda during the dinner of the opening of her new branch

"You're nothing but a pretty face, huh?" Wanda coos affectionately, squeezing your cheeks together with one hand, making you pout inadvertently. "It's no wonder everyone's been looking at you tonight. Eyeing you like some kind of object, but you didn't notice, did you, dollface?"

You want to say 'no, of course not' because you've only been paying attention to her tonight, hanging off her arm and giggling even when her jokes aren't funny, ignoring any of her colleagues trying to get your attention, but she's not giving you any room to respond, and with the way her hand is gripping your cheeks it's not like you'd be able to speak properly anyway, any words would come out jumbled and hard to understand.

"No, of course you didn't." She smiles, looking down at you fondly. "Because there's nothing going on in that pretty little head of yours except mommy, is there?" she asks, it's a rhetorical question of course, but the hum of affirmation you let out makes her happy none the less. "Mommy's pretty little doll."

[radioroxx]

headcanon that people of the islands sleep schedule is like, four hours later than average.

they wake up at mid day, and sleep well past midnight. kids begging their parents on weekends to pleeaaase please let them step up just a little longer to watch the sun rise. early-riser visitors / tourists having to adapt to their horrid schedule because stars forbid theyre up and about at 10:30.

[actualfrog]

Pizza tower doodles but it’s mainly Noisette

[dear-ao3]

sorry guys i was the one chewing on charles leclercs brakes :(

[notcactusman]

Nose loop

[mittenscatgod]

22:01 at the research center

[handibrain]

Title: Freezerburn Warnings: In-depth talk about Spy dying, medical torture, body horror, just general medical stuff Author's Note: For @tf2heritageposts! Based on one of their posts about the Spy head dying. It's not my best work, but it's good for not writing anything for months

The fridge, Blu Spy realized, wasn’t too bad. It was numbing enough, and the darkness when it closed allowed him to shut down mentally to escape his predicament of various months. He quickly notes mentally how he doesn’t actually know how long it has been since the enemy Medic beheaded him and stuffed him in the cold box he is forced to live in.

The only times he got to escape was when Pyro snuck him out to have a tea party, and even then he couldn’t enjoy it. Either there was nothing, or some other drink in there, usually water. He did get solace when that laborer he despised gave Pyro warm tea, but he couldn’t truly enjoy it since he didn’t have a stomach and so couldn’t actually consume anything.

There had been a great absence in the fridge door opening for any reason, Spy realizes. Were they busy? Did they forget about him? Many questions swirled around his head, though that’s about anything he could do seeing as he was one.

He felt an itch where the battery connected to his remaining spinal cord, the medic hooking it up to something he implanted into him forever ago. It had been a while since that battery was replaced, it wouldn’t surprise him if the itch was a low battery warning type of feel.

He decided to stop thinking about that fact, and slept the rest of the day.

When he awoke it was still dark, no harsh light had befallen him while he slept either. He could really go for a smoke right about now, maybe that gross warm tea.

After mulling around, in and out of his brain, he decided to zone out the rest of the day before sleeping again.

When he awoke he started to get irritated with the lack of stimulation, it had gotten to the point of hallucinations of touch on his body he knew he couldn’t feel from where he sat.

Suddenly, the door opened, the Scout startling and jumping back with a shout.

“What the hell?! Oh, it’s just you. Thought the doc tossed you out already.” Scout spoke, poking him in random spots around his face.

“No, he did- stop poking me!” He complained.

“Oh well, see you later, man. Just here to grab some Bonk I stored in here.” He shrugged, grabbing a can.

“No, don’t leave me here! Please!” Spy shouted, desperate pleas for freedom from the fridge as the door closed.

And with that, he was thrust into darkness and cold once more. The thought sunk in, alone. Fully, and utterly, alone.

A small huff came out, bordering on a sob. Quickly, one after another, the small huff became laughing sobs of hysteria. He wasn’t getting out of this hell he was forced into.

He wasn’t sure how long he went for, but when he was through he was exhausted. He decided to be stuck in his thoughts a while longer before sleep.

When he awoke, it was with a sharp pain coming from the battery to spine connection. He felt weaker than usual, he realized. Was the battery finally dying? Hopefully it was. He wondered if it would allow him to finally rest in peace.

As the day went on he was in more suffering than he ever was before, even with the mad doctor’s pokes and prods. Even with him being awake during the beheading and implantation of the device in his neck. Because at least he took him out of the Fridge in the beginning, gave him cigarettes, Pyro entertained him. Now there’s nothing, just darkness. Nobody to distract from the pain in his neck.

He couldn’t believe that he missed when the doctor would take him out of the fridge and poke around at where his neck connected to the base of the device, sticking his things in his esophagus opening or pulling at the last exposed bone. When he would be forced to eat just to see if something changed when it never did, but the medic still had to see if maybe he had a connection to his body. When he would be subjected to ramblings about his own body, or what would happen next in a new experiment. He even missed when he had organs hooked up to him once. He slightly scoffed at how short winded that experience was, Pyro snatching his head from the setup that ultimately ruined everything dealing with that.

His mouth was dry, he had a migraine, he was hallucinating things regarding touch and sight, he didn’t have the energy to keep his head up as it was now limply hanging to the side. The only thing keeping him upright was the jar of organs next to him and the base he was planted on.

In the next few hours he could barely keep himself awake, constantly slipping into the unconscious.

There was a hot, searing pain in his neck. The fabric of his balaclava irritating his face due to the cold and the time he’s had it on for. He could feel his pulse pounding everywhere, from his brain, teeth, and eyes. Oh, yeah, his eyes. He realized he lost sight a while ago, or at least most of it. He was sure of it. Something bumped the fridge so it opened, he noted this because of the jolt he felt earlier and then the decrease in coldness around him. There were some bits of light, though dim in his sight.

Not too long later, he lost his sight entirely. In darkness once more, though now he had no hope for someone to save him. He wished he never thought about his state, thinking that it would save his sight or at least his acknowledgment of the loss.

He felt exhausted, maybe, just maybe, he could close his eyes and when he awoke again this would all be over.

When he did, he awoke to a bright light. For a moment, he thought maybe he had died and was spared. He quickly came to the realization he was in respawn though, the blue chipped strips of blue on the side of the walls were an indication as well as the small shelving and benches along the walls. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved, or upset at the fact he was alive.

When he tried to get up, he only got about an arms length off the ground before he just fell over. His limbs were long, too long. It felt foreign to him, as if this wasn’t actually his body after all. He just laid on the floor, listening to the humming of the overhead lights and air conditioning’s rattling.

He would figure this all out later, for now he just rested on the concrete ground, reveling in the feeling of his body again.

Man, he could use a smoke right about now.

[cath-lic]

the funniest thing about harrison butker’s speech is seeing every christian i follow come out of the woodwork and absolutely own this dude for not knowing shit about the bible or women

[ethernetmeep]

i cant believe im posting this shit at 6 am but i am.. good morning everyone fucking duplexes you into the floor

..sorry in advance

[swannholloway]

three patho fans in one minecraft server 😳 what will they do 🫣

[swipes-and-buster]

Hey, Buster!

Hey, Swipes!

You know what time it is?

You can go ahead an' say it!

It's time to GET FAMOUS ON THE INTERNET!!!

WHADDYADOIN', internet idiots? You can call me Swipes, or Weavile, an' this is my friend here, Buster, or Clefable. Those AIN'T our Special Names, by the way! You don't get those!!

Hell yea! Those are just our NICKNAMES. They have those in the human world. So we strike terror in the hearts of all those we- uh- crime!

Me an' Buster come from the Grass Continent. We're stakin' out here in the human realm after hitching a ride with some weirdo Dewott that we think is famous. From what we've heard about this place, there's tons of money and things to snag, and we wanna get all of'm!

Well, not all of'm. That's just too many. We'd have nowhere to keep them.

... We wanna get THE BEST'f'm!

Other stuff... Uh, both me an' Buster are girls. Currently, we're stakin' out in... iiiiiinn...... I dunno, but we're by a lake with a buncha islands. Plannin' on finding a good place to stay in this big old mountain nearby.

OOC and other notes under the cut!

this is mostly for personal reference lol

Swipes and Buster are INCREDIBLY minor outlaws from the continent in PMD: EOS. like they barely did anything at all there lmao. Their Special Names are a secret, and they don't mind going by Weavile and Clefable. They hitched a ride with @teamgardeners' Gen- without the Dewott knowing- and managed to run off to Paldea, somehow. They want to make a name for themselves. (Permission was obtained from Bench for the connection!)

Swipes has the ability Pickpocket, and the moves Ice Shard, Assurance, Hone Claws, and Agility.

Buster has the ability Magic Guard, and the moves Pound, Moonblast, Teleport, and Charge Beam.

Buster and Swipes are very much so incredibly similar Pokemon. I might make them branch out from each other as I develop them, but they more or less ping-pong the same braincell.

Run by the same person as @uncle-dusknoir!

[book-girl4evaaa]

THANK YOU

[fromtheseventhhell]

reasons why lady died: 1) because her owner lied and while that is understandable given the person she would’ve been accusing it still led to the wrong party being blamed instead of the actual aggressor (joff) and 2) because lady had no further purpose in the narrative except to represent her owner’s spiritual death as a stark and, eventually, a lady. saying ‘nymeria should have died instead’ completely ignores the her purpose in arya’s story. i know it’s a losing battle but please… please can they at least try to approach this as literature, where every narrative beat has a purpose, instead of reality tv.

God, imagine if this fandom acknowledged that the books are a story and everything within them serves a larger narrative purpose. It's all well and good to have your personal feelings on the story but that shouldn't ever come before the writer's intent 🙃

Now, Cersei and Joffrey (and Robert) ultimately hold the blame for Lady's death BUT Sansa does have an impact on that as well. I think people refuse to acknowledge that George is willing to have Sansa hold blame for situations she's involved in, even when she's not wholly responsible. I understand why people don't blame her but it's part of the story and there has to be room to discuss that. I can empathize with her and understand why she lied, but that doesn't change the story. If she had backed Arya up and told the truth, it's likely that Robert would've overruled Cersei's demand. Without her telling the truth, there was no way to verify what exactly happened and that's why Lady was punished for Joffrey being injured.

The whole incident is a significant character moment for her, same with Arya. We get to see a lot of her character before we get into the Trident incident. We see how much Sansa idealizes things (her view of Joffrey) and what she thinks of things that don't fit into her fantasy (her view of Arya). Pre-Trident, she clearly thinks of Arya as someone who "has a way of ruining things" and this carries over. Seeing the incident from her POV is important because we know that she sees Joffrey for who he is, she sees the hatred in his eyes directed towards her, and instead chooses to blame Arya for Lady's death. And it is a choice she actively makes. If it was simply about keeping up appearances and not wanting to go against her betrothed, then she wouldn't have been so upset about going home and gone to tell Cersei about Ned's plans. Her wanting to marry Joffrey is her main motivation in AGOT. She even continues to blame Lady's death on Arya in ACOK. When George said they were going to have problems to work out, he meant it.

If George had wanted to, he could've found a way to keep Lady alive. "Nymeria would've died if-" is indeed irrelevant because George didn't mean for her to die. Simple as that. The fact that Lady dies, and Sansa's lie was a part of that, is significant. Like you said, George has stated that this means something for her identity as a Stark. It's something that could be relevant in the last two books. While the rest of the Starks are a part of the Northern plot and growing their relationships with their direwolves, Sansa's story has her firmly rooted in the South. Even her learning arc is more about learning Southern politics. She is obviously still a Stark and wants to make her way back home to Winterfell, but she's connected to the South/disconnected from the North in a way none of the other Starks are.

[enigmatic-prismatic]

I was in so much pain last night holy shit

But to not lie again have some creatures of sonaria ocs

Memory(+ humanoid version) and Remembrance, kinda the same person but eh-

Also have an extra bael

[henryisalesbian]

*cough* *cough* couldnt find any better refrence than this

Anyways i would apriciatte if you draw my greendon in your style

I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE his colors were very fun to fill in :0-)